blow me
end this shame
don't do it slowly
scatter my brain
i'm just a bad joke arch enemy of the tide
sinking like a stone in a sea of lies
the actual currency for this state of mind
is maximum pleasure for minimum time
and so i ask you one more time
blow me
end this shame
don't do it slowly
scatter my brain
the light is disapearing around my neck
whatever i do it's turning red
sitting in my throne i am the king who is blind
i've seen the end of the world so i covered my eyes
can i escape a fury that comes from inside
how can i stop a judjement that comes from my mind
and so i ask you one more time
blow me
end this shame
don't do it slowly
scatter my brain
the light is disapearing around my neck
whatever i do it's turning red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem